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I felt at home with you in your empty apartment, where your mother called me “darling” and “honey” for vacuuming, and I sat on the floor in the middle of your living room, imagining I had just bought my own place. I listen as you furnish the rest of your life out loud to me. I say we ...

You’d be mistaken if you said the stones didn’t feel hotter than the sand beneath your feet. Casting circles along the ground, light shimmers between the trees. Flowers reach up to it, along the way shedding petals. I walk on, gathering about me my dress....

In through your nose, out through your mouth. Spiked with the anticipation of fifteen other teams, the hot, dusty air of the track in the summer floods my nose, over and over. Deep breath after deep breath, I’ll never mind this routine so long as I’m here on the track. It wouldn’t be the s...

I could have drowned myself in a sea of Spanish vocabulary, poured cups of verbs into my ears with hopes that they would tumble onto my brain, and drank fragments of sentences about Spanish culture, but still failed the class. I could even come to soak in more language during lunch, but just like a ...

I am not
silk linens for you to drape
across the arm of the couch
like a waiter
adorns his arm with
a porcelain-colored napkin
that never bears a
crease.
I am not
glass;
the vase that shattered,
and leaked clear blood
that lapped across the floorboards
and decorated the
suffocating
...

I need you to know
that I’m like a flower. I’ll wilt
and crinkle if you forget
about me, even for
just a sun-adorned
day. I need to be watered, constantly—
but not constantly enough that I am
drowned and submerged
under the shower.
There is a correct amount to
overwhelm me. If you ca...

Death
does not know of the phrase “I am breaking up with you,”
nor the feeling of hatred
you have for yourself;
death
only knows
the deterioration of your body
as a whole.
Death
does not know of
the darkness plaguing your mind,
or the crack you feel in your heart.
Death only ...

I'm not afraid of knowing you so well
that I could write an essay titled
with your name,
filled with five paragraphs
and a concession.
I'll use as much "verbosity" as I please
because what scares me more
would be summarizing you in a single thesis.
I want this ess...

Your fingertips whisk through my hair,
enlightening it with a dusting of snow;
dancing with it, the sparkling chill as your ballroom;
frosting it with ribbons; you twirl it around your finger
absentmindedly
swirling through strand after strand, dancer after dancer,
caressing and goodbying...

Saturday mornings
with you drizzled all over them;
I love the breathless way you say “hello.”
Leave your shoes by the door,
and your jingling keys on the table,
because I don't trust you with that
pocket knife....

He holds out his wrist to me
and hands me the deep sea blue Sharpie--
not a scissor.
I place my fingers on his palm--
gentle--
and I grasp the Sharpie in my right hand--
not a blade.
He is patient, and allows me to inscribe "love"
on the inside of his wrist--
not ...

Why do you insist on buying me the Skittles
when they just cascade from the red bag
like swollen buttons?
And the small Hi-C Orange drink
that is so large I won't get through half of it?
You got right with the bracelet;
I wear it every day like I'll die without it –
But food that I have n...

The three decker cake stood before me on the table
All thirteen candles lit and waiting,
The wax melting and fading,
And the base plunged into the goodness of vanilla icing
As the spotlight birthday song continued to be sung.
Once it’s over, the candles seem to get brighter,
Smiles...

I'm still waiting for the snow to fall
Without it doesn't feel like Christmas at all.
The bitter cold taps at the window glass,
And wrapping paper surges around me
in an endless fabricated sea
While ribbons rain down, I struggle for it to pass.
Presents are stationed at the bottom...

I feel like my world is spinning out of control,
And I'm powerless to stop it,
Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole.
I'm standing in the middle of it all,
Watching everything fly by in a slow fall,
And like Wonderland, nothing is ever the same;
Things are taken away from me as if ...

The words rose to the
Tip of my tongue
Piling and
piling
up
Into a big, towering jumble
Of letters.
I opened my mouth, pursed my
Lips, and the words slid
Forward--
only to be pushed right back--
The jumble of them--quite
A mile long--they all went
Unspoken as I
swallowed them...